- 10-Jan-2013
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- Neil Brown
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- Adventure
To say its humid seems inconsequential. It is a soup. Ninety-eight degrees in the middle of a chaotic Ho Chi Minh City. We had just arrived in south east Asia only days before. The exhaust chokes as an endless stream of motorbikes buzz along – each carrying more people that I ever thought possible. I am standing on a sidewalk watching. Jen stepped into a small shop. I watch and enjoy the pulse – the rhythm – of a metropolis in southern Viet Nam. After a few minutes I realize that practically everyone passing by on their motorbike looks at me. Eyes meet. Adults, children. Everyone. In that moment it hits me, as a caucasian male just over six feet tall, I stand out. I am the spectacle; not the rhythm of Saigon.
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